Half a Bottle

A lot on my mind
And the stress of losing time
I'm answering for all my crimes
To you I testify
I drank half a bottle of whiskey
When I read that note you left
Picked up that damned old habit
Smoked a pack of cigarettes
Not much left here for me
I guess I'll pack my things and go
Left with that empty feeling
Tell my mom I'm coming home
I'm coming home
Home
Home

I lost my job when you kicked me out
Now I'm living out of my truck
I never meant to call you that
But maybe I'm too drunk
I drank half a bottle of whiskey
When I read that note you left
Picked up that damned old habit
Smoked a pack of cigarettes
Not much left here for me
I guess I'll pack my things and go
Left with that empty feeling
Tell my mom I'm coming home
I'm coming home
Home
Home

I drank half a bottle of whiskey
When I read that note you left
Picked up that damned old habit
Smoked a pack of cigarettes
Not much left here for me
I guess I'll pack my things and go
Left with that empty feeling
Tell my mom I'm coming home
I'm coming home
Home
Home
I'm coming home
Home
Home
I'm coming home
Home
Home



Credits
Writer(s): Estin Mcgraw, Colton Moore, Tannen Brand, Joshua Romero
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